16 comments/ 132270 views/ 21 favorites School for Scandal: Period 01 By: jizzlober This is my first go at writing a story like this. I'm aware that the characters are rather two-dimensional, but I'm not really aiming at realism. Feedback is appreciated. With apologies to Joe Orton. All characters in this story are over 18 ********** Being a substitute teacher is ordinarily an unforgiving occupation even at the best of times. Trying to convince kids you are not an impediment between them and their favourite teacher, and keeping control of a classful of kids hell bent on swinging from the chandeliers is not much of a job for anyone. As I was studying part time at university, it was perfect occupation to bring in a little money without making too many demands on my time. The demands it made on my patience were another thing entirely. That's why today was going to be different. I had been rung up early in the morning by my agency and asked to go to a plush private school that I had never been to before. Driving up the leafy avenue, I was surprised at how extensive the manicured grounds were. It was a million miles away from the usual sink-estate or inner city shitholes that I normally taught at. The building was a good hundred years old, brick built and with an impressive set of ionic columns flanking the entranceway. There was no-one else around; it appears I had missed the start of school, but this was excusable because my agency had only called me three quarters of an hour earlier that morning. I still made my way briskly across the car park and into reception, got buzzed through the security door and presented myself to the desk. The receptionist turned out to be a strikingly pretty woman in her late-twenties who smiled brightly at me as I made my way over towards her. 'Hi, I'm on supply today,' I said. 'Sure. Would you like to sign in the visitor's book for me?' she said. As I leaned over the counter to pick up the book, something dropped inside me. The secretary was not dressed in the way that the school secretaries I knew were usually attired. For one thing, it was a gloved hand that handed me the pen, a long, tight, black latex glove that ran all the way up her arm. My eyes followed the glove all the way up a creamy-skinned bicep that flooded out into a glorious expanse of cleavage, held upright by a latex bustier. I swallowed audibly as I took the pen. The receptionist winked at me. It was not the sort of thing I felt equipped to query, and her saucy, self-assured wink answered as many questions as I could have asked in any case. Hastily, I scribbled my name and looked back at the receptionist, trying to talk to her face, not the set of busty protuberances that had popped out in front of me. 'Miss Taylor is head of supply,' she said, 'just take a seat and I'll give her a call.' 'Thanks,' I said. 'No, thank you,' the receptionist replied, checking the name I had signed, 'Mr White.' I sat down in the waiting area across from her, crossing my legs fastidiously to prevent any obvious embarrassment. The receptionist, obviously keen to prolong it, rose from behind her desk and walked across the reception room floor towards me. She was indeed clad in bondage gear from head to foot, from every inch of her black high heels, up her black stockinged legs, to a tiny pair of PVC panties to a black leather choker. She was a vision. She actually knelt down in front of me. 'Can I get you anything while you wait? Tea? Coffee? Anything at all?' 'I'm fine, honestly, thank you, ' I said. 'Well, if you change your mind,' the receptionist said, 'I'll be right behind the desk, creaming myself with anticipation.' With that, she got up and walked back over to the desk, the pert cheeks of her ass rolling deliciously away, leaving me dumbfounded and with no small tent pitched in my trousers. I looked at her as she sat back down, trying to rationalise the audacious come-on, and reeling from her seductive stare. To my utter disbelief, she locked her eyes back onto mine, licked a latex finger, and pushed it downwards underneath the desk. I could only guess what she was doing with it, but a wanton smile began to curve her lips. I couldn't decide whether it would be ruder to watch her play with herself or pretend to ignore her, but even if I had begun to turn away the sounds of moisture and her sexy cooing would have penetrated my ears. 'Miss Benton!' A sharp, disciplinarian voice knifed through the receptionist's moans of pleasure. I looked behind me. Standing over six feet tall, in what must have been six-inch platform heels, was what was incontrovertibly one of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, if not the sexiest. She had observed the same themes as the receptionist, but taken the look slightly further with a black PVC catsuit and matching hood. A long, bright blonde plume of ponytail protruded from the hood and cascaded over her shoulders. Her face would have shamed a supermodel, a flawless configuration of high cheekbones, lush, full lips, curved eyebrows and smouldering eyes. Her catsuit was zipped open to the top of her belly, revealing a set of enormous, succulent breasts and hinting at sharply defined abs. In short, she was a walking wet dream, but she sounded pissed off, and the receptionist had stopped fingering herself and looked abashed. 'Miss Benton,' she repeated, 'We have a guest in reception, someone who is new to this school. What sort of impression is behaviour like that going to give?' The receptionist looked sheepish. The woman continued, 'Didn't you ask if he wanted to lick your pussy?' I did a double take at the implication. I had at least expected the receptionist to receive some form of reprimand for her brazen carry-on, but the catsuited woman was taking issue with the receptionist for not behaving sluttily enough. 'Come out from behind there,' said the catsuited woman. The receptionist obliged. I could see her latex panties had been thrust to one side and a wet pair of pussy lips were peeping through. She slipped her hand back down and recommenced frigging herself as she addressed the woman. 'Miss Taylor,' said the receptionist, chewing her lip as a small moue of pleasure escaped and indicating me, 'Mr White is here on supply today.' Miss Taylor looked at me. 'I'm sorry that you haven't been welcomed appropriately to our school, Mr White. Please forgive our rudeness. Miss Benson is usually so accommodating to our visitors. Would you like to come with me?' I followed her as she turned and went out into the corridor, leaving the buxom receptionist frantically rubbing her pussy and making even Miss Taylor's tall, domineering form only a slightly less preferable option to go after. Once I had begun to walk behind the elegant, long-legged vixen, watching the delectable sway of her peachy PVC clad buttocks sashay walk down the hall, I had trouble remembering that I was actually here to do a job of work. I caught up with Miss Taylor. 'So what lessons am I going to be teaching today?' I asked her. 'A bit of everything, I'm afraid,' she said. 'Have you been with us before?' 'No.' 'Well, we're a friendly sort of school. We have our own unique curriculum, it's part of the deal that we have with our benefactors and trustees, which means you might find the way we do things here a little bit strange, but just much in and I'm sure you'll get used to it.' We passed a group of girls loitering around the hallway. They looked at be between 16 and 18, but, as seemed true to form, they were dressed just as provocatively as the staff. They all had the same six-inch platform heels of night-club strippers, black skintight latex stockings and tiny PVC skirts that appeared to function more like belts. Black PVC corsets and long latex gloves were again the order of the day. It was outrageous: likes something out of a particularly fevered fantasy, and it was happening to me. At work. 'Nice to see you girls are all in uniform for a change,' said Miss Taylor. Uniform? The girls giggled as I passed and shot me coy glances. 'Your first lesson is drama. I'll take you to the room,' said Miss Taylor. I stole a few glances inside the classrooms we passed. Even from the quick induction I was getting, the school seemed increasingly strange. Teachers and staff wearing fetish gear; students attired like pornstars. Even classroom was stacked full of girls just like the ones I'd seen. It was incredible. 'Your first lesson is in the drama studio. There's a teacher in there covering your class at the moment. You're to relieve her. It's only a small group, they're rehearsing a play. Here we are,' said Miss Taylor, 'Drama.' She opened the door to the studio to reveal the makeshift set of a doctor's surgery. Spotlit, centre stage, a big-titted woman wearing white thigh-high boots was on her knees in front of a group of six students, two girls and four boys. As she addressed the group in a totally formal manner, one of the boys was jerking his cock enthusiastically in her face. A long strand of sticky white fluid connected the tip of the boy's dick to the teacher's chin, which jiggled and danced as she spoke. She made no attempt to wipe it away. 'As you may notice,' Miss Taylor whispered in my ear, so as not to interrupt proceedings, 'We have a very strict admissions policy for boys in this school. Absolutely no-one is allowed here unless they're at least seven inches. A good seven inches at that. It just wouldn't be fair on the girls....' Judging by the size of the boy's cock, he hadn't had any trouble in the application process. The teacher on her knees seemed unperturbed by the huge dick being thrust in her direction, and continued to speak as the rope of come teetered precariously from her chin. 'Now remember, when you take your facial at the end of act two, do try to stay in character. Amy, how do you think Geraldine would react to getting a hot jet of come pumped into her face?' At this, the long strand of precum and saliva finally broke, slithered down the valley of her magnificent tits, and dangled down. A girl dressed in the tight white latex outfit of a nurse pursed her pretty lips together and considered the question. 'Umm... she'd enjoy it?' 'That's right, she would. So how could you communicate that to the audience?' 'She could play with it?' 'Very good. Anything else?' The other girl overlooking the scene piped up. 'She might suck the cock a bit more miss.' The teacher nodded, 'that's right. So we have plenty of ideas. And you, Rachael, be thinking of how Mrs Prentice would behave in this situation, and after I've taken this facial, I want you to do exactly what you think your character would do. Ok, Jack, when you're ready, blow your load in my face, please.' Jack had continued to pump his cock throughout his teacher's speech and was evidently close to coming. The teacher posed with her face no more than a couple of inches away from his dick and looked up at him. Abruptly, Jack let out a strangulated cry and arched his torso backwards as a giant jet of sperm shot out of his dick and arced over the head of his teacher, landing a good seven feet behind her on the sheets of the hospital bed. The teacher tutted in annoyance at his wayward aim, but as she rolled her eyes theatrically at the waste of jizz, another blast nailed her directly in the face, a terrifically forceful jet that splashed the bridge of her nose and splattered both her eyes. This had the effect of temporarily blinding her as a messy fusillade of come leapt from Jack's cock into her hair and onto her forehead. Slightly disoriented, the increasingly cum-drenched teacher could only laugh as the thick jizz progressively erased her features, opening her mouth wide to allow a sticky spider web of white fluid to develop, linking her top and bottom lips. She wilted helplessly under the jets of come and collapsed into a fit of giggles. Huge blobs of semen dribbled from the teacher's chin onto her breasts as she attempted unsuccessfully to open her eyes. The students were laughing too, appreciating how their teacher's decorum had been destroyed by a well-aimed welter of cum. It was almost inconceivable that the amount of jizz could have come from one set of balls. Jack, still fisting his tool, recovered from his exertions and joined the laughter. 'Sorry Miss,' he said, 'I've messed you up.' 'That's ok Jack, just make sure you save some for our opening night, Now, where's Rachael? I can't see anything.' 'Here Miss' 'Rachael, will you go to work on me, please, just as your character would. Just imagine you have the entire school watching you. There's plenty to play with, so use your imagination!' Rachael tottered over and knelt in front of her teacher. She took Jack's protruding, still spasming dick in her hand and started to use it as a spoon, first scooping all the accumulation of spunk from her teacher's chin, smearing it over the head of the member and slurping off the messy load. After that, she gripped her hand round the veiny shaft and slapped it cheekily into the face of the gorgeous cumslut in front of her, first into her mouth, then around her cheeks and at one point gently plopping the large head over her teacher's eyesocket, plastering her eyelashes together an sloppily cementing the lid closed. By the time Rachael had released Jack's cock and let it flop downwards, lots of smeary ropes of jism joined it to the teacher's face, and she had fun slurping them away. 'Mmm,' said the teacher, 'if I could only see this, I bet it looks sexy as hell.' She finally managed to open her eyes and was confronted by Rachael's pink tongue lapping her way down her chin and onto her breasts. Rachael had somehow contrived to get nearly as messy as her teacher, and as she looked up from sucking a long pool of cum that was sliding inexorably from the underside of her boobs, a slimy strand slithered off her teacher's chin and slapped onto the end of her nose, causing her to giggle. 'Well,' said the drama teacher, 'it just goes to show, not matter how prepared you get for a facial, you can always get surprised.' Next to me, Miss Taylor cleared her throat. Everyone looked to where we were standing over by the door. 'I've brought your relief, Miss Johnson. Mr White here can take over the rest of the lesson for you.' The delectable Miss Johnson sucked an errant drop of cum from the end of her finger. 'That's a shame,' she said, winking naughtily at the remaining boys, 'I was just getting started. Well, I'm out of here, class. Be good for Mr White.' Miss Johnson got to her feet, with Rachael still on her knees idly fondling Jack's cock. She slung a PVC jacket around her shoulders and came towards us. 'We're rehearsing the Joe Orton play What the Butler Saw,' she said to me. 'A slightly bowdlerised version, I understand, but the changes we've made show a certain joie de vivre, wouldn't you agree, Mr White?' I stood dumbfounded, gazing at the stupefying amount of cum plastered all over her face and tits. I could even see the white streaks of jizz nestling in her hair as I groped for a response. 'It looks good from where I'm standing,' I managed, moving aside from her as she opened the door. Miss Taylor checked her before she left the room, reached out a gloved finger and lifted a tiny tendril of come that dangled underneath her chin, and licked it off: 'No point in this stuff going to waste,' she said. 'Why don't you come and help me clean up properly?' Miss Johnson asked. 'I think I will. Mr White. Enjoy the rest of the lesson. I'll be back before the end to give you your full day's timetable.' With that, the two women walked out of the door. Apparently Miss Johnson's cumfaced dishevelment was nothing to be overly concerned about. I watched them disappear down the hall, closed the door, and faced my class. 'Well, what's next?' I said. Amy immediately thrust a copy of the play at me, curvy tits jiggling inside her latex nurse's uniform. 'Perhaps we could do the end of the play, sir?' She indicated a section of text. 'If you could read through it, we'll take up our cues. It's the part where they produce an, er, part of the statue of Winston Churchill.' I looked at the speech and read, 'The Great Man can once more take up his place in the High Street as an example to us all of the spirit that won the Battle of Britain.' I looked up. Amy had repositioned herself on the hospital bed, legs akimbo. I could see her gently stroking her gorgeous little pussy. I read the stage directions. 'SERGEANT MATCH takes from the box and holds up a section from a larger than life-sized bronze statue. Deep intakes of breath from everyone.' I looked up again. One of the boys had indeed produced an enormous dildo from a box and brandished it at Amy, who put her hands up to her cheeks in mock-horror. I read on, 'how much more inspiring if, in those dark days, we'd seen what we see now. Instead we had to be content with a cigar -- the symbol falling far short, as we all realise, of the object itself.' Even before I had finished the speech a shriek of delight announced that the dildo had already fallen into service. I looked up to see Amy, with her tight white uniform hitched up over her thighs, plunging the huge prick deep into her pussy. That particular stage direction wasn't in the text. Neither was the way the boys as one opened their labcoats, produced a prodigious array of cocks and started jerking off. This got Amy really hot, grinding and twisting the dildo in her cunt. Jack by this time had sat himself down, but Rachael, who had finished cleaning him off put herself to good use, kneeling down in front of two of the boys and massaging their balls. By the time she brought her mouth into play and started sucking on a pair of balls, I had lost interest in the play. With a cock in each hand and another in her mouth, she started to control the situation. This seemed unlikely, because each of the dicks was, to be frank, enormous. The one in her left hand couldn't have been smaller than ten inches, bulging obscenely with huge veins throbbing out of the massive shaft; Rachael rapidly jerked the full length of it, eliciting appreciative groans from the boy. Amy had one eye on her friend's performance and the other seemingly on me. Noting my interest, she stopped fucking herself momentarily, rose, and walked towards me with the dildo still protruding from her sweet little cunt. Transfixed at this eighteen year old vixen walking towards me, I felt unable to move. Rachael by now had industriously gathered all three picks and had them pressed together with her hands wrapped round the outside, so that it looked for all the world like she was wanking one enormous giant cock, one huge, pulsating, membranous mass of tumescent flesh. She spat gobs of saliva to lubricate the massive monstercock, and the efforts of that and the glistening precum leaking from each of the dicks resulted in a stream of fluid coating her hands and dripping onto the floor. Meanwhile, Amy twitched the dildo in her pussy for my benefit. 'Like what you see, sir?' she said. 'What about a cameo appearance in the play?' I was torn. There was no question that this school was a different proposition entirely, but my status was unclear. Other schools I had been in stipulated that you weren't allowed to touch students, but this, though a student, was a young woman, not a little girl. And she was practically begging me to fuck her. As it happened, Rachael relieved me of any further concern in the matter by calling over. 'Amy! Come here quick. I've got something for you.' Amy shot me a wicked look. 'Another time, sir? I have to go and catch a facial or three.' I breathed out in both relief and exasperation. 'Another time.' Amy turned and knelt obligingly in front of the throng. She withdrew the enormous dildo from her pussy and started to lick her juices from it seductively. 'You've got a hard act to follow, boys,' she purred, 'I hope you're up to it.' School for Scandal: Period 01 Rachael had two of the boy's dicks in her hands and was now slowly wanking them in Amy's face. I was really turned on, and felt robust enough to offer some encouragement. Otherwise, what was I there for? 'If your aim is as good as your cocksucking, Rachael, you're going to drown Amy in cum,' I said. Rachael looked at me, breathless, sat on her haunches, pumping the two huge shafts over her shoulders. She was facing Amy with her hands next to her ears, working away. 'I'm going to squirt so much cum on that little slut we won't be able to find her underneath, sir.' With that, her hands became a blur, the boys bellowed simultaneously in pleasure and the cumbath commenced. It was one of the most amazing things I had ever seen, and it was over in seconds. When it had finished, Amy was white, absolutely white as a sheet of writing paper. Where Miss Johnson had seemed to melt under the withering blasts of cum she had taken, Amy, with all the exuberance of youth, had thrust herself forwards proudly. This had two effects. Firstly, puffing her chest forwards actually burst the press-stud buttons on her nurse's uniform, so that her gorgeous boobs spilled free out of the top. They were absolutely something else; tanned, big, and incredibly pert, jutting out from her chest like almost mathematically perfect spheres. It was this, as much as Rachael's frenzied pumping, that served to bring the first two boys off. Rachael had had the two dicks primed, and even though Amy was a good two feet away from her she fired two streams of cum near-simultaneously into her friend's face. Amy accepted the preliminary jets with a moan of pleasure and relief that almost made me cum in my pants there and then. It was a sound of rare, unsurpassed delight, and it made the perfect aural complement to the sight of the prodigious pulses of sperm that were projected onto her, one after the other. The distance between them meant that Amy caught more streams on her body than her teacher had, with her tits the monumental target that attracted most of the boys' aim. Amy arched her back and thrust her boobs forward as if struggling against invisible restraints, admiring the messy coagulation of cum that already coated her magnificent tits. Rivulets of the sticky load were already slithering down her sexy costume, over her flat little belly and pooling on her thighs as the two boys relented, with the irrepressible Rachael on hand underneath them to greedily suck the remaining strands of jizz from the spent dicks. She did this in her own inimitable way by sucking both of them into her mouth at the same time. The final boy had held back and watched the proceedings, but the sight of Amy's show-stopping finale had pushed him to the brink, and he succumbed also. 'Come on Dr Rance,' goaded Amy, staying in character as she twined a particularly viscous strand of cum around her finger from her mouth, 'let's see what you've got.' The boy playing Dr Rance barked out an obscenity of which Joe Orton would have probably been proud and came with aplomb. His first splash of cum was so voluminous that it bisected the messy tendril of sperm in two that Amy was playing with, just prior to hitting her in the face, with the result that Amy received the first shot in her eyes with her index finger trailing what was left of the string of jizz. The boy's successive squirts went all over her tits as she stayed in that attitude motionlessly, the same rope of come still dangling from her finger. There was an awed silence, and for a while, nothing moved except for the slimy trails of come sliding down Amy's tits, belly, or dripping from her chin. I took this as my cue, and read the final few lines of the play. '... we have been instrumental in uncovering a number of remarkable peccadilloes today. I'm sure you'll co-operate in keeping them out of the papers?... I'm glad you don't despise tradition. Let us put on our clothes and face the world.' At this, Rachael sighed theatrically, 'Looks like I'm on cleanup again,' she said, and slid over to kiss Amy, who giggled at the attention and responded by pushing her boobs against Rachael's chest, smearing the juices on her friend. As the two girls cavorted, Miss Taylor reappeared. 'Ah, Mr White,' she said, 'I can see you've had a productive lesson.' 'Thoroughly educational,' I said, beginning to get the hang of it. 'That's what we want. I've brought the rest of your schedule for today. And here's a map of the school so you can find your way around.' 'Thanks.' 'And do come to the staff room at break, we like to make newcomers feel welcome.' The bell went for the next period. 'Off to your classes everybody,' At this, Amy and Rachael stripped from their nurse's uniforms and swapped a final kiss. A slender rope of cum hung between their lips as they started to pull on the latex stockings of their school uniform. I tore my eyes away to examine my timetable. It appeared I had science next. I couldn't wait. School for Scandal: Period 02 This is a straight up no-frills wish-fulfilment/gratification scenario based around a loose school satire for people that enjoyed the first chapter, which can be found in the 'Group sex' category. This submission is more tongue in cheek and belongs more firmly in the humour/satire section. As with the first chapter, feedback and comments are appreciated, as are votes. * Period 2 My mind was still reeling from the events of my first lesson at the school I was substituting in today. I was flushed, short of breath, and practically having to lean against the wall of the drama studio to keep my knees from buckling underneath me. My consternation, however, was not because I had been subjected anything like an intellectual tour-de-force from my students, nor was it that the lesson had degenerated into the usual cavalcade of abuse, incivility and derision that usually greeted me as a supply teacher. It was that I had witnessed a carnival of erotic debauch and excess that both shocked and aroused me to the core. Students undergoing rehearsals of the upcoming school play 'What the Butler Saw' had not only been unfaithful to the text, but had stretched the concept of artistic interpretation to its very limit, broken it, and come out the other side absolutely saturated in cum. What I had been privileged to see was truly incredible, and had culminated in what I beheld in front of me now: two giggling eighteen-year-old schoolgirls engaged in a succession of deep, cum-filled kisses as they struggled to cinch themselves back into the black latex stockings and vertiginous platform heels that, for some inconceivable reason, comprised the uniform in what I was increasingly seeing as less of a school and more a hotbed of lascivious activity. What was more, it all appeared to be sanctioned by the staff, who, to my incredulity, actually appeared to participate in this illicit behaviour. Speaking of members of staff, I had one in front of me now. Miss Taylor, a six-foot blonde of the kind of beauty so staggering and intense it makes you afraid to look at her, improbably clad in what can only be described in a PVC catsuit, had just handed me my schedule for the day. I had havered over getting involved in the saucy activities of that lesson myself, despite an invite from a dildo-plugged student of such scalding sexuality that I had nearly shot my load on the spot. My load remained; at least for the present. My composure had utterly vanished. Miss Taylor shooed the students out of the drama studio and urged them onto their next lessons. Rachael and Amy, my two star pupils, were still connected by the chin with a slender rope of cum as they passed me at the door, and went out into the corridor without the slightest concern about their appearance. They even light-heartedly compared the amount jizz that still clung to their hair. Rachael, who had kneeled underneath two dicks that had jetted their loads onto her friend, had her blonde tresses heavily matted with the stuff. "Great lesson sir," said Amy as she left, finally fitting her huge boobs back into her bra, not before licking an errant droplet of cum from her nipple. Trying to get some answers, I buttonholed Miss Taylor. "Excuse me," I said, strangely unsure of whether I should have the temerity to draw her attention to this outrageous and saucy behaviour, "but I can't help but have noticed... there's something different about this school." Miss Taylor smiled. "I've heard it called that before." "Well... it's just that... is this normal... procedure?" "That's how we like to do things round here. You seem to be fitting right in." "But, you appreciate my concern, surely. It's just that there's something... a little odd about this place." "There's no big mystery, Mr White. This is a school for the sexually gifted. We take on students who are sexually precocious, and, with a slightly altered curriculum to your usual common-or-garden state school we turn these people into the finished product. Think of it as a kind of... liberated finishing school. The nurturing of the sexual potential of this country's youth." "I see." "So don't worry if it's a little different to your usual bill of fare. It takes all sorts to make a world. Just muck in, do your best. We're a little short-handed here today. We're very broadminded here as you may have noticed." "I had noticed that, yes." "Just treat everyone as you would wish to be treated. And after you've finished this period, come to the staffroom at breaktime. You can help me decide how much cream I have in my coffee." With that statement hitting me directly in my solar plexus, she turned on her high heels, and walked out the door and down the corridor. I gasped with barely suppressed desire and went to try and find my next class. I would have arrived there a lot more quickly had I paid more attention to the map of the school that Miss Taylor had provided me with and less to the agglomeration of students in the hallway, sporting various configurations of shiny, skin-tight fetish gear. I was also attracting quite a bit of interest myself. There is nothing so very extraordinary about a young male teacher in school for only a day generating hormonal activity in impressionable young girls, but this was something entirely different. Here the air was charged with an overpoweringly kinky atmosphere, and the sexual aggression of these young women was similarly hard-edged. More than once I had my ass pinched as I made my way through the stream of nubile students. I felt myself blush, but I was also flattered. The girls picked up rapidly on my awkwardness. By the time I reached the science labs the air was ringing with catcalls. I went inside the classroom. I could see roughly fifteen students, already sat on high stools behind the lab benches. Thankfully, the girls here maintained their decorum and behaved with rather more respect than their colleagues had done in the corridor, but there was still a noticeable shiver of anticipation that greeted my entrance. "Hel-lo sexy!" some girl said as I made my way to the front desk and sat down. "Right," I said, addressing the class, attempting to summon some semblance of authority from somewhere. "Who's your normal teacher I'm covering for." "Mr Bolton," said a sexy little cupcake in the back row, "but he's nowhere as hot as you are, sir." I felt that the best thing to do was to keep a lid on the salacious comments for the time being. I still, after all, had a job to do. "Alright, settle down," I said. "I'm Mr White. Let's see if I can find some work for you to do." "We know what we're doing today, sir," volunteered a girl in the front row. She was a short brunette with an impossibly busty pair of boobs. For a moment I was hypnotised by her delicious curves, sat as she was between two slender, similar looking blondes, each of whom fondled one of the girl's breasts. Both of them look at me in a challenging way, seeming to dare me to ask them to refrain from groping the hot little piece between them. Little did they know I was in no mind to stop them. "What's your name?" "Nicole, sir." "Alright Nicole. Why don't you tell me what you're doing." "It's an ongoing project, sir. Inventions that will make the world a better place." "Sounds interesting." "Actually, most of us have nearly finished. Our group at least. We're getting towards the testing stage." As she said the world 'testing' a particularly creative tweak of Nicole's nipple from the girl on her left evinced a sensuous groan from her lips. "Everyone happy with that?" I said to the class. "Okay, get in your groups and get cracking." The class divided up among themselves into three groups, and started to produce various pieces of apparatus from cupboards and shelves dotted around the room. Each group was comprised of four girls and one boy. I had a vague premonition that the remit of the experiment would have precious little to do with such altruistic notions as ending famine or preventing disease, and would probably centre rather more around more kinky affairs. In this I was not to be disappointed. I went over to Nicole's group first, at the front of the room near my desk. They were manhandling what looked to be quite a complex arrangement of electrical gear on the table, fiddling with the buttons and plugging in various leads in sockets. "What's this?" "Remote blowjob machine, sir," reported Nicole, appearing at my elbow as if from nowhere and pushing her tits up against my arms that I had folded across my chest. "You must be joking." "No joke, sir." Nicole pointed to what looked like a stiff black rubber dildo that was resting by a suction cup upon the tabletop. "This is station one, or Robo-cock, as we call it. It's fitted with thousands of tiny sensors that read every instance of physical contact that happens to it, and change it into data." "The data travels along these wires," resumed another girl in the group, a hot, dark-eyed brunette with blonde streaks in her hair who had begun to maul Nicole's tits in front of me as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "It ends up in this box." She indicated a square black container about the size of a shoebox. "This is the plastic pussy. Inside here is a latex sheath we've designed modelled on my very own hot little love-tunnel, sir. This transfers the sensations from Robo-cock and implements them directly in here." "That's quite ingenious," I admitted. "And is it as good as the real thing?" "As good as, if not better, sir," Nicole said. "Today we're going to test it on Dominic. And we're going to suck on that thing so hard were going to make his dick crumble like volcanic ash. Vicky, why don't you get him ready to go." The two blonde girls busied themselves fitting a large battery-pack to the apparatus as Vicky gave Nicole's tits a final squeeze and dropped to her haunches in front of Dominic. "Eight out of ten boys can't tell the difference, sir," she said, winked at me and unzipped his fly. Predictably, the boy was already rigidly engorged, and his tumescent dick fairly sprang out of his boxers. Vicky, however, had been turned to address me, and received an unexpected faceful of cock as she turned back towards Dominic, the large prick pistoning upwards to strike her on the nose. She slapped Dominic playfully on the belly: "Watch it, you." "There are far-reaching commercial applications for this device, sir, as I'm sure you can imagine," Nicole said, as Vicky began to assault Dominic's cock with a few luscious, preliminary licks. "Like what?" "We're working on a version that can operate over the internet. Give a blowjob in the UK and receive one in, say, America. The perfect thing for separated couples, for example. The only drawback is, you can't exactly transmit cum via optical fibres. And considering how I love to swallow, it's not ever going to replace a bona fide head to head encounter. Or bona fide head, I should say, sir." At this, Vicky withdrew her mouth from around Dominic's dick with a dirty, guttural noise, already trailing long sticky streams of saliva. "If Nicole starts to go on about her cum swallowing proclivities at great length sir, just ignore her. All we ever hear in this class is 'blah blah blah, the dicks shot this much, I swallowed all five loads, blah blah blah." "Not so much a cum swallowing whore as a cum swallowing bore, sir," added one of the blonde girls. Nicole took the teasing with good grace, but pushed Vicky's head all the way back onto Dominic's lengthy rod in retaliation, nearly choking her friend. "Shut up, you, and suck dick like you're supposed to." I was slightly disappointed to have Nicole's pneumatic little body leave my side, so decided to disengage from that group and moved on to the next one in the middle of the classroom. "What's your project, then?" I said to the short, honey blonde little fox that had called me 'hot' at the beginning of the lesson. Her name turned out to be Laura. "Augmentation, sir. We've got Jeff here who's agreed to be our guinea pig. Hs been working hard with various techniques to increase the size of his member." "Brave boy." I said, watching with interest as the rest of their group set about probing and poking his genitalia with a large array of measuring instrumentation. "Jeff's been just shy of eleven inches for a good while now, we're hoping to push well past that today as we've been working extra hard in order to get him extra hard." I looked over at Jeff. He was leaning back against the desk, his knuckles completely white as he gripped against it. Spearing out in front of him was a cock of such prodigious size and bulk that it almost looked prosthetic. Actually, it was all too real, a fact to which its dismorphic bulging and obscene pulsation attested. It jutted upwards from his groin at the base and then described a slight downwards arc, as if the monstrous size of the livid purple head that topped the shaft carried too much weight. Two girls were kneeled at either side of him, unsuccessfully attempting to measure the shaft, which twitched and spasmed as they tried to wrap their latex-gloved hands around the massive girth of the thing. Jeff obviously found their touched delightful, because the immense protrusion from his groin jumped at the physical contact and still appeared to be in the full throes of its exponential growth, becoming noticeably larger and more rigid as I watched. Before long the two girls – one a blonde, on a brunette, both gorgeously tanned – hit upon the idea of putting their hands together and each wanking their own side of the prick off in tandem with the other. "It looks like we're going to need something a little bigger than a twelve-inch ruler..." one of them noted with a note of triumph in her voice. "Looks like your experiment has been a success," I said finally said to Laura, tearing my gaze from the mesmerising show. "The real experiment is too see which one of us is going to be able to take that thing the deepest, sir," Laura replied, running her finger down the side of her mouth as she watched the rest of her group grapple with Jeff's rapidly ballooning member. It looked as though it was taking all three remaining members of the group to tug and stroke Jeff to the fullest extension of his length. I could see stiff veins truncating from the shaft as one of the girls deposited a long string of drool onto the now-massive tool. Laura obviously couldn't bear to be separated from the horny sight from too long, and rejoined the fray, reaching under the morass of massaging hands to cup Jeff's sizeable scrotum and give it a slow, sensual squeeze. I went to see the final group in the class. Here, four girls had been just as enterprising as their classmates and had produced comparable results to the previous group. The difference in this instance was that the boy pinioned to the desk, currently manhandled and groped by four pairs of curious hands was sporting a ball-sack of enormous proportions. I harrumphed importantly to announce my presence. A girl disengaged herself from the melee and came up to me wearing a cheeky little smile. She was clearly a popular girl, supremely confident, with long, lustrous blonde hair that riffled over her shoulders and cascaded down her back. Her eyes were dark, narrow and nasty and her lips were not so much bee-stung as they had been mercilessly attacked by the whole hive. They were red, permanently pouting, and as lustrous as ripe fruit. "Balls, sir." "Balls?" "I'm Trudi and my group is interested in balls. That's the subject of our experiment here. We've taken one ordinary boy - Matt, here - and put him on a course of specially formulated drugs designed to increase sperm production. We've been treating him for a few weeks, now, but we might not get the results we were after today, because we know he's been a little bit naughty." "How so?" "We know he's blown his load a couple of times when he should have been saving up, but we never got a chance to measure the volume of his issue, because, as usual with this class, Nicole got there ahead of everyone and gobbled it up. It's almost as if she were trying to sabotage our experiment." I looked back at Nicole, who was at that moment excitedly announcing to her group that Dominic was at full hardness and preparing to stick the black box on his dick. "We figured we wanted to see some results," Trudi continued, "so we upped Matt's dosage of pills and we're hoping for something really special from him today." She extended a latex-gloved hand and reached down beside her to cup Matt's enlarged ball-sack. "Isn't that right, sweetie?" I could see Matt's testicles respond to her stimulation and slither around the confines of his scrotum. They looked cartoonishly bulbous, easily as large as a pair of tennis balls. Trudi held them together and pulled them up, looking for all the world like it was a juicy giant peach that she couldn't wait to bite into. "He's been on a course of some pills that we specially developed. Two of those babies a day and he's going to squirt like Niagara falls. Purely in the spirit of scientific research sir," she added, relinquishing her hold and allowing the remaining minxes in her group to greedily fall upon Matt's huge, apple-shaped testicles with their willing tongues and mouths. "We were thinking of having another experiment based around the same theme, actually, sir," Trudi resumed. "If we could enlarge Matt's balls we figured we'd be able to do the same with out boobs." At this, she undid a clasp at the back of her latex corset, shucked it off and let it fall away from her midriff into a shiny little pool around her ankles. "But then, we thought, why mess with perfection?" Trudi posed with her hands on her hips in front of me and thrust her boobs brazenly towards me. She hadn't been exaggerating. She sported a tremendous set of full, luscious globes with a deep, glorious tan sitting high atop her chest and tipped with a small pair of brown nipples. They weren't just perfectly round, they were big. If God existed, and had chosen to invest his absurd world with any higher meaning whatsoever, I was looking at it. Trudi lifted one of her boobs to her mouth and touched the tip of her tongue to the irresistible little bud of her nipple. Something came over me, a reckless impulse, impossible to deny, and I found myself leaning forward, extending my own tongue and reaching out towards her tits. Before I knew it, our tongues had touched, and were dancing together like figure skaters on the platform of her nipple. The feeling was so intense I thought I had had an electric shock. Swiftly, I withdrew, suddenly all too conscious of my transgression, but Trudi merely winked at me, enjoying my embarrassment. To all intents and purposes, I felt had become my wildly throbbing dick and I retreated back to the front of the classroom and sat at my desk. So there it was; enormous enlargements of male appendages, excessive sperm production trials, and remote-control blowjobs were so far the order of the day. The reckless, lascivious ingenuity of the students in this school was totally mind-blowing. By this time the lesson was already one-half of the way through, and from my vantage point at the front of the classroom I could see only a seething mass of sexual activity. My mind was still reeling from the implications of my unsanctioned lick of Trudi's white-hot tits, and my immense boner now allowed me to empathise with how Jeff must presently be feeling. I gathered my thoughts. The parade of naked flesh was beginning to get into full swing. Fortifying myself, I decided to make my presence felt again, and went back to the first group testing their remote-blowjob device. By now Dominic had his eyes squeezed tightly closed, and the black cocoon fastened upon his groin buzzed, hummed and vibrated gently. It was obvious that the apparatus was replicating the sensations that Robo-cock was receiving very efficiently, because the student was murmuring deliriously, thrusting his hips forward and back to match the increasingly violent rhythms produced by the machine. School for Scandal: Period 02 On the other end of the device, the ten-inch dildo was getting some enviable attention from the four members of Nicole's group. Four pink tongues were sinuously worming their way over the cock, tracing every inch of the prosthetic penis and sensuously intertwining with each other. Each lap of tongue was overlapped by another tongue delving further down, often deviating from its intended journey and exploring its way into another soft mouth. Robo-cock shone with saliva as each of the tongues laved over it in syncopated co-ordination, so that no part of its surface area was neglected of their extensive care. The understanding that these girls had proved to be so symbiotic that at one point they all drew up simultaneously and teased the head of the dick with the tip of their tongues at exactly the same time, holding themselves there for as long as they could, suspending Dominic in a paroxysm of delight. Nicole broke the spell by giggling and promptly deep-throating Robo-cock without seemingly the slightest problem. Vicky retaliated to Nicole's earlier enforced deep-throat, and held her friend's head down onto Robo-cock, nearly suffocating her on the black latex dick. Nicole took it with her usual aplomb, but it was Dominic that really felt the benefit, nearly collapsing as the black box began a series of intense vibrations that rocked his cock to its core. If Nicole planned on keeping that level of performance up, he didn't have long to last. I moved onto the second group, and immediately saw that there was no need to ask Laura exactly just how successful their experiment had been. She could not have replied even if she had wanted to, being one of four girls that were hunkered down at the level of Jeff's groin, two on one side and two on the other, their mouths so totally full of dick I was amazed that their jaws hadn't dislocated. The last time I had seen Jeff's dick it had been monstrous; now it was thoroughly gargantuan. It was now as long and thick as my forearm, swollen with pulsing veins and topped with a livid purple cockhead that had begun drooling liberal amounts of precum. Each of the little sex kittens underneath the enormous trunk had their backs arched so that their prominent tits, flaring upwards as their chests heaved with passion and slightly disproportionate to their uniformly slender waists, rubbed against each other. Jeff had both of his hands wrapped around the back of the girls' heads, nudging their faces further forwards as they slurped and nibbled the sides of his dick. Each pair of girls tried to touch their partner's mouths across the distended meat to make a seal, but they didn't really have a chance, although the gurgles, slurps and appreciative moans they made seemed to suggest that they had fun trying. Laura, self-appointed leader of the group, eventually withdrew, and wiped the accumulation of sticky precum from her mouth with the wrist of her latex-gloved hand. "Ok girls," she announced. "Let's see how big this thing really is. How about a little deep-throat contest?" The rest of her group assented and formed a line, each repositioning on their latex stockinged knees. Laura grasped Jeff's giant dick at its base and wielded the tumescent member in the direction of the three girls. "Janelle," Laura said, "let's see what you can do." Janelle's eyes lit up with delight. She was a deeply tanned blonde with a cute little upturned nose and she moved closer to Jeff and licked her lips. One of the girls held her wrists together behind her back as Laura lowered Jeff's prick towards her face agonisingly slowly. Precum trickled out of the monster length as it swung forwards and Janelle opened her mouth to accept it. As wide as she had her mouth, the cock seemed to stick in her delectable pink maw, and she had to spit on the cockhead to lubricate it more thoroughly before preparing herself and sweeping forwards, almost like a cobra striking to kill its prey. In the blink of an eye, she had engulfed the bulbous head of Jeff's dick and had the first five inches buried in her throat. She choked, struggled, and then, incredibly, began to slide more marginally down the monstercock. It looked as though she had a fighting chance until she suddenly gagged, relented, and propelled herself back from the dick so fast that Jeff's rampant length vibrated in the air as it was freed from the depths of her throat. The girls cheered as Janelle spat the accumulation of saliva back onto the dick, composed herself, and Laura drew a line on Jeff's cock to demonstrate how far Janelle had managed to get. It proved to be an impressive eight inches. Janelle's eyes had begun to water, and even though she was two feet away, her lips were still connected to the distended organ in front of her with a weighty strand of saliva and precum. "Lucy," said Laura, bubbling up with glee and once again waving Jeff's cock in the air, "let's see if you can top that, honey!" Lucy positioned herself in the same spot and looked Jeff in the eyes. "Get ready for some fireworks, baby." Then she looked at Janelle, "and you, give me a little taste of him." Lucy kissed Janelle sexily and caught the long rope of jizz that hung from her lips, wrapped it round her own tongue and as she turned towards Jeff, started to slurp her way towards his organ like she was sucking on an errant strip of spaghetti. Using the sticky tendril as a guide, she slobbered her way towards the giant prick, stopping only to tease the underside of Jeff's helmet with her tongue before devouring the huge member. She had an intricate tattoo that began at the small of her back and blossomed towards her shoulder blades, and once again, her hands were resting on the top of her ass cheeks as she plunged downwards, wrapping her moist lips around the giant tool and, amazingly, sliding her tongue out underneath to lap at Jeff's cum tube. She began to bob up and down on his cock, each time managing to penetrate a little deeper, a little further down her accepting throat. By the time she had reached half way, a steady flow of intermingled precum and saliva started to gush from her bottom lip, flooding out each time she plunged further and further down. A stream of the juice dripped from her chin down onto the tips of her large, tanned, glistening breasts. Laura alternated between massaging Jeff's balls and Lucy's firm, sculptured tits, and her gloved hand was soon coated in the sticky issue. I was sure that I could see Lucy's throat bulge as she slid down the length, swallowing inch upon inch of the massively engorged cock. She had about four more inches to take before she too pulled away, throwing her head back, gasping for air, her chin and tits trailing a sticky aggregation of fluids that slithered slowly down onto her firm belly and thighs. "How did I do?" "Not bad at all!" said Laura, once again making her mark on Jeff's dick. "Twelve inches. You've beaten Janelle by a clear four." "I think the competition is about to get a little... stiffer," observed Janelle, wide eyed and staring at Jeff's dick. It was true. Jeff's dick was actually responding to the sensual deep-throating, growing noticeably larger and beginning to bulge upwards. Instead of its erstwhile, pendulous arc, it stiffened inexorably, now obscenely tumescent and standing proudly aloft. "You've got a real job on your hands, now, Sugar!" Laura exclaimed, swinging Jeff's dick in the direction of the remaining girl. Sugar, however, was undaunted. She said nothing, and instead removed her latex corset, releasing a pair of mouthwateringly succulent tits. Like Jeff's dick, they too seemed to defy gravity. "Never mind a job on my hands," she said with relish. "Get that dick between my tits!" Never more had Jeff's dick looked more angry as it did now, discharging a constant flow of precum that dripped uninterruptedly from his piss-hole to the floor, some strands trickling back down the underside of his shaft to slide off his balls. Jeff took the length two handed, and started to stroke it slowly, aiming it at Sugar. Sugar knelt in front of him, holding her tits together. Jeff pulled his shaft all the way up his body. Now a huge pillar of flesh, the head of his cock nearly reached his chest. Then he released it at Sugar, who expertly trapped the base between her large rack. The huge, ridged trunk of his penis smacked on her collarbone and the massive bulb-shaped bell-end slapped her directly between the eyes with an audible splat to the cheers of the girls around. Jeff's enormous dick was rooted firmly between her massive, pliant globes - both of which were now thoroughly lubricated with sticky juices - and jutted upwards, a monstrous cum-trunk seething with obscene pulsation and dripping with precum, propped against her chin and towering vertiginously to come to rest at the bridge of her nose. Jeff's shaft, in short, nearly totally obscured Sugar's features. Sugar slowly churned her tits together in her hands, providing a deep massage to the base of the dick, but try as she might, Jeff's cockhead danced up between her eyes and proved far too big for her to collect in her mouth. She contented herself with licking the shaft. "A little help?" suggested Sugar. Laura, Lucy and Janelle, were only too glad to assist her. Each of them gripped part of the shaft and started to wank it furiously. Laura, who hadn't managed to deep-throat yet, was able to stand at the top of the stiff stalk, open her mouth as wide as possible, and plunge downwards, engulfing the tip with her lips. Her vertical descent was dizzying to behold as she swallowed inch upon inch of meat, burying the shaft deep in her throat. She went past Janelle's mark with ease, by which time she was level with Sugar's chin. After that, she went after Lucy's record, and hit the twelve inch mark at the same height as Sugar's clavicle. Then, finally, plunging down, Laura greedily gobbled the remaining inches of Jeff's marvellous member, her nose buried in a sticky nexus comprised of Jeff's ball-sack and Sugar's boobs. The group of girls' screams of delight almost compared to Jeff's howl of ecstasy at Laura's incredible feat. The look that Laura gave me, the monstercock still embedded in her throat, was so scaldingly hot it would have melted through steel. Tearing my eyes away from the delectable spectacle, I cast an eye over the progress of the other two groups. There were only ten minutes of the period remaining, and so far I hadn't taught a thing. Conversely, the amount I had managed to learn was truly staggering. Trudi, by this time, was getting banged from behind by Matt, with two girls underneath him both trying to suck on his immense balls, which were dancing crazily around due to the frenetic rhythm of the swift, hard pumps he was administering to Trudi's posterior. Back in the first group, Vicky had found another use for Robo-cock, and was now busily grinding the huge black dildo in the puckered hole of Nicole's ass. Obviously, the piece of kit had more wide-ranging applications than it only being a blowjob machine. Nicole's luscious tits were resting on the tabletop in front of her, getting serious attention from the two boob-obsessed blondes, who hungrily sucked on her stiff nipples as Vicky rotated the ten-inch dildo in her asshole, filling every crevice of her anal cavity and making her moan and shriek in pure, unadulterated pleasure. Vicky withdrew Robo-cock from Nicole's ass and plunged it back in triumphantly to send Dominic over the edge. The black box on his dick sizzled and crackled with explosive electrical impulses, attempting to render the deep lunge up Nicole's succulent anus onto his dick. That was when it caught fire, unable to fully communicate the intensity of the sexual manoeuvre that had been thrust upon it, destroyed by the scintillating intensity of Nicole's sweet little asshole. Dominic yelped in surprise, wrenched flaming equipment away from his crotch, threw it onto the floor at his feet and exploded almost simultaneously. Fisting his spasming tool, he sent a deluge of heated jets of cum over the four girls in his group. The shower of white rain cascaded over the four girls. Nicole bore the brunt of the blasts, being the centrepiece in the orgy, and took three spurts directly in her face. The girl seemed to have a preternatural talent for catching cum, because the first rope landed halfway in her hair and in the middle of her forehead, leaving a long, sticky line that dribbled down her nose, and the second and third caught her in her left eye, painting her lashes with droplets of creamy fluid and flooding down her cheek. The biggest target, however, was Nicole's monumental tits, and the huge mounds were her next feature to attract the next powerful pulses of Dominic's load. Still screaming as Vicky pummelled the dildo mercilessly into her ass, Nicole's breasts were progressively erased by a welter of cum that struck her so forcefully huge blobs of cum splattered up into her face. Dominic's spasming cock projected thick wads of goo that coated her tits entirely in sticky streams of viscous fluid that were eagerly lapped up by the two blondes in front of her. Cum dribbled off her chin and the end of her nose onto the desk in front of her, making a sloppy little puddle that her boobs came to rest in, with the two blonde girls beginning a session of slimy cum-swapping, passing the sperm they had slurped from Nicole's tits between them in languid, sticky kisses. Nicole couldn't resist getting in on the act, and before long it was difficult to tell where one girl ended and the other began, so coated were there faces in Dominic's sticky goo. Cries from the other end of the classroom alerted me, and I looked over to see Laura's group approaching a crescendo. I moved over to survey the activity to see Jeff having his monster dick pumped by all four girls. His teeth were clenched tightly shut as he was worked over in a frenzied fashion. Then I could actually see the muscles of his cum tube work to pump his seed up his mighty shaft, contracting again and again in rapid succession. So powerful was the pillar of flesh under the influence of the orgasm, and so slippery had the huge pole become with the accumulation of juices, that when he finally came his penis lashed free of the girls' grip. It resembled a fire-hole spewing fluid that had sprung free and snaked around under its own internal pressure. To the delighted shrieks of Laura and her friends, Jeff's massive cock whipped around in front of the four beautiful girls, uncontrollably jetting what seemed like gallons of jism into faces, hair, eyes and onto tits, thighs and stomachs. By the time its cock had finished in its intense convulsions, the four girls, from Laura to Janelle to Lucy to Sugar, had their faces, noses, lips and eyes connected together by so many sticky ropes of cum it resembled a huge, dribbling spider web of heavily hanging gooey tendrils. Laura had had her eyes plastered shut by a particularly withering blast and the resultant trail of semen had dribbled down her nose and found it way onto Janelle's chin, from where the long, thick rope dangled precariously and attached itself on slimy webs to Lucy's sculptured tits. Lucy, in turn, had her left cheek pasted to Sugar's eyelashes, who, like Laura, had been subjected to a voluminous eyeshot and, giggling, tried to blink the sperm out of her eyes even as more dribbled down into them from her forehead. There were various exclamations of surprise, delight, mild annoyance and deep erotic fulfilment from the four. Jeff's cock still jerked occasionally involuntarily as the slippery curtain of jizz slithered down the girls' bodies, melting onto their breasts and pooling down their neatly defined abs. It was now time for the finale of the final group, who were fast approaching the same critical stage. Matt's enormous balls were obviously beginning to tighten and contract. Trudi was kneeling in front of him and pistoning his dick with tremendous vigour and evident delight at the treat in store. The rest of the girls begged him to cum all over them. This was what they had been waiting for Unfortunately for Trudi and the rest of her group, Matt's aim was not quite as good as Jeff's had been, and when he came, the first massive, slimy jet splashed against the ceiling. Even the moans of satisfaction and delight from the rest of the room were hushed in awe as Trudi coaxed a second load from Matt's dick that caromed off the back wall a good ten feet behind the girls. Trudi was not to be deterred, however, and her next shots were better, striking each of the girls full in the face. Matt's load was of an incredibly sticky, gelatinous consistency, and the texture of his semen clung in sticky, cloying gobs to the three girls, before oozing slowly down onto their breasts. "All that cum and I didn't get any for myself," Trudi pouted in disappointment, licking the sticky strands of jism that had accumulated onto her gloved hand, and playing with the white webs, twining them round her tongue. She was in for a surprise. As she moved forwards to join in with the session of cum-sharing that now preoccupied her friends, a long, slender rope of white fluid slithered onto the top of her head. "What the hell was that?" she said. Trudi looked up in amazement to see Matt's first, huge, monster burst of sperm drip back down from the ceiling. It caught her totally unprepared as she looked above her, the steam of jizz slowly dribbling into her eyes. Rooted to the spot and waving her hands in front of her in a mingled moment of ecstasy and panic, the thick lengthy string drenched her from above just as if a jug full of liquid had been poured onto her. Huge tendrils began to slither down her magnificent tanned tits and trickle in rivulets down her chiselled stomach muscles. At that moment she was a cum-drenched monument to her experiment, standing there totally motionlessly. Her hushed whisper of "oh my God" could be heard all around the room. She had been creamed into submission in a most unexpected way. Finally, she broke into a broad smile and accepted the baptism of silky jism, smearing it into her glistening tits with delicate, circular movements. "Look at all that cum," she said in appreciation, "my boobs are glazed." As Trudi stood there, the bell went, signifying the end of the period. Break time. Suddenly, the class were all business. They collected their things and made their way out into the corridor, the girls dripping secretions all over the floor as they exited. I packed up my things to depart to the staff room. On my way out I saw the bottle of tablets that Trudi's group had used to increase Matt's cum production, and put it in my pocket. I figured that in this school it might come in useful.